Monday

I follow the Moskva / down to Gorky Parklistening to the wind of changeAn August-summernight, / soldiers passing bylistening to the wind of change.The world is closing in, / did you ever thinkthat we could be so close, like it brothers?The future's in the air / I can feel it everywhereblowing with the wind of change.Take me to the magic of the moment on a glory night,where the children of tomorrow dream awayin the wind of change.Walking down the street. / Distant memoriesate burried in the past forever.I follow the Moskva / down to Gorky Parklistening to the wind of changeTake me to the magic of the moment on a glory night,where the children of tomorrow share their dreamswith you and me. / Take ma to the magic...The wind of changeblows straight into the face of time,like a stormwind that will ring thefreedom bell / for peace of mind.Let your Balalaika singwhat my guitar wants to sayTake me to the magic...